Interesting weekend. We left for camping early Friday afternoon, one day later than originally planned. The ride up was pretty quick, not too much traffic, and no rain. Once on the camp site we found out that the road leading to our usual site located on an island, had been flooded. With about 7 or 8 inches of water we plowed through in my truck to get across and setup camp.
The weather that evening was pretty dismal with complete cloud cover and a light drizzle that went on for hours. After a through soaking of everything, including the wood, the rain finally let up and we got to task... drinking.
With in a few hours everyone was trashed, screaming into the woods. Nothing too exciting, until I woke up the next morning with no voice.
Saturday ended up being a pretty slow day. Everyone kind of just sat around recovering from the night before. Even though it didn't rain it was pretty cold and windy. Then the sun went away and the booze came out. After cooking all of our food for the last meal of the weekend we realized we had made way too much food and chucked it into the river.
Drink. Drink. DRINK. Fucking alcohol, fire and METAL. Good beer, good liquor, good music, and good friends. Who proceeded to rock out for hours on end with an intensity that I've never seen come out of any of us before. After blasting Judas Priest, throwing back drink after drink and getting rightly pumped up we got violent. Everyone got violent. Pantera fuled the fire. I don't even remember much of the insanity besides blurry images of screaming into a roaring fire, laying people out on the ground, and getting my ass handed back. What a fucking night.
I woke up the next morning barely able to move. When I stepped out of the tent the campsite was entirely trashed. The scene before me and the pain running through my body brought back all recollections of the night before.
The weather that evening was pretty dismal with complete cloud cover and a light drizzle that went on for hours. After a through soaking of everything, including the wood, the rain finally let up and we got to task... drinking.
With in a few hours everyone was trashed, screaming into the woods. Nothing too exciting, until I woke up the next morning with no voice.
Saturday ended up being a pretty slow day. Everyone kind of just sat around recovering from the night before. Even though it didn't rain it was pretty cold and windy. Then the sun went away and the booze came out. After cooking all of our food for the last meal of the weekend we realized we had made way too much food and chucked it into the river.
Drink. Drink. DRINK. Fucking alcohol, fire and METAL. Good beer, good liquor, good music, and good friends. Who proceeded to rock out for hours on end with an intensity that I've never seen come out of any of us before. After blasting Judas Priest, throwing back drink after drink and getting rightly pumped up we got violent. Everyone got violent. Pantera fuled the fire. I don't even remember much of the insanity besides blurry images of screaming into a roaring fire, laying people out on the ground, and getting my ass handed back. What a fucking night.
I woke up the next morning barely able to move. When I stepped out of the tent the campsite was entirely trashed. The scene before me and the pain running through my body brought back all recollections of the night before.